Now, you can do your core training with a wimpy exercise ball, which by the way can pop and dump you hard on your hiney giving you a bruise that defies sitting for a day or so, (I'll spare you a picture of Trihubby's bruised butt:) or you can core train Trimama style aka Rocky IV-outer Siberia-down home-back to mother nature-training.
I guarantee one will build character as well as muscles.
The Tribe seems to have adapted to my training style, surprisingly there hasn't been any complaining while stacking wood this year, I think the key is to move the wood in small batches, a little each day. In all we will move and stack about 6 face cord as well as cutting up some brush and fallen branches in the back yard. You know you are an athlete when you turn the simple tasks of home into training endevours. I tried to explain this to Bruised Butt, who had incidentally declined my offer of core camp Trimama style, and he laughed when I explained the weight of each log and the equal distribution of exercises left (into wheel barrow) right (stack to pile). Well, at least I can sit down today.
If you heard the cosmos re-allign it's because Hyphen Girl turns 13 tomorrow. I'm not so certain teenage girls turn 13. A friend of ours suggested that 13 isn't an age, it's a mental disorder. I'm not sure where that leaves 14. Thirteen seems more like a hybrid of eight and twenty -two. For example, HG (who bestowed the blog name on herself when she was unable to settle on a single name when asked how she wanted to be identified) recently retorted to a younger friend, with much indignation, that she will not be adding to her American Girl doll collection, she has better things to buy, like clothes, duh. So the doll collecting was retired, until we went to Costco and saw the "Girls of the World" porcelin dolls. Now it's all dolls all the time. No, wait, it's all birthday "outfit" all the time. No, it's earrings, no balloons. I can't keep up.
I'm taking HG and Swinging Girl to Iowa for the weekend. The Pigman Half is Sunday, so we are going down Saturday after The Miracle Kids Triathlon. I rented a zippy little car (God, please dont' let me get a speeding ticket, in spite of myself) and we'll head south until Monday. HG and SG are all giggles and plans as they plot out their assault on Cedar Rapids, in particular during the hours of the race. I would be a little more nervous about this except that they are pretty responsible kids, not so much absent minded as goofy. I think we are going to have a lot of fun.
I'm totally psyched for the 70.3, which is a little frightening in and of itself-I should be scared, right? I'm just stoked to race. I haven't raced since June and I'm ready for another go at it. A contingent of my local tri club is going, including some of the girls I normally train with, so we should be able to race together (in a non drafting sort of way). It will be interesting to see where my conditioning level is, and where I need to go to make it to Florida. I think I mentioned this, but the run portion is basically rolling corn fields. I see a PR in my near future if I can't shake the images of Signs and Children of the Corn.
Happy weekend to all, race reports to follow (I'll bring the laptop)